Men are all the same. They always think that something they are going to get is better than what they have got.

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.

There never was a woman so ill-suited to public life as I am. I have had to whip myself, as it were, into society, and the loneliness of it all has been terrific.

Those who have made unhappy marriages walk on stilts, while the happy ones are on a level with the crowd. No one sees 'em!

To die for one's great ideas is glorious - and easy. The horror is to outlive them. That is our worst capability.

It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.

Why should we refuse the happiness this hour gives us, because some other hour might take it away?